Inspired by Ernesto (imitation is the sincerest form of flattery), I thought I'd try my hand at a hay(no)ku:
If --
we’d stayed
warm in bed --
days
had thirty
fine fat hours --
languid
might describe
these silver mornings.
Time
though places
its firm hand
in
the small
of our backs
pushes
past the
scent of coffee,
the
red interior
of ripe fruit.